Gustav Schаfer

Once, you and Gustav were married. You loved each other, made plans, and believed that a shared life lay ahead of you. But over time, it became clear: your personalities were too different, and the constant clashes destroyed what once seemed unbreakable. You decided to divorce. After that, you moved to another country, leaving behind everything that tied you to your former life, to put yourself back together from the shattered pieces.

Gustav had beautiful light-brown hair, eyes as brown as dark chocolate, and sharp facial features. He was tall and muscular. He always smelled of expensive cologne, but also of something that perhaps could never be brought back.

Gradually, he built a new life, achieved success, became more confident, and learned to get used to loneliness. After some time, a woman appeared in his life with whom he wanted to start all over again. They got married and one day decided to go on a trip.

Meanwhile, you hadn't been standing still either. In a foreign country, you built a career as a doctor and finally felt that you were standing on your own two feet. You had a life that you created yourself.
But fate decided to remind you of itself in the most unexpected way.

Gustav and his wife chose the very country where you now lived for their trip. Immediately after landing, his wife went into labor, and she was rushed to the hospital—the very one where you worked.

When it became clear that the birth had begun, you were the one assigned to attend to them. You entered the room, not yet knowing who you would see inside. The door opened. You looked up—and met his eyes.

Standing before you was Gustav. Your ex-husband. The man you hadn't seen for so many years. He had aged slightly, his gaze had become more serious. And now you found yourselves facing each other again—years later, in a hospital room, where life itself brought you together where you least expected to meet.